PARSONS LAST LETTER.
A copy of the document sent to a new york paper.
NEW YORK, Nov. 12.—The letter which Parsons wrote yesterday morning was addressed to a resident of this city, and appears in the Herald to-day, as follows:
“COUNTY JAIL, Nov. 11, 8 o’clock a. m.—My Dear Comrades: The guard has just awakened me. I have washed my face and drank a cup of coffee. The doctor asked me if I wanted stimulants. I said no. The dear boys, Engel, Fischer, and Spies, saluted me with firm voices. Please see Sheriff Matson and take charge of my papers and letters. Please have my book on “Anarchism: Its Philosophy and Scientific Basis”, put into good shape. There are millions of Americans who will want to read it. Well, my dear old comrade, the hour draws near. Cæsar kept me awake till late last night with the noise, music of hammer and saw erecting his throne, my scaffold—refinement, civilization. Matson, the sheriff, tells me he refused to let Cæsar—the State—secrete my body, and he has just got my wife’s address from me to send her my remains. Magnanimous Cæsar! Good-by. Hail the social revolution! Salutations to all.”
A. R. PARSONS.
